Youth Olympic Games(YOG) will kick off in 2010, but the buzz has already started
From next year, all schools from primary to pre-university levels will get a special Olympic education resource package which teachers can use to teach students about the Olympic movement and in a second programme, students will be paired with one of the 204 national Olympic committees. Students will also get to take part in various activities with the YOG athletes. Although Education MinisterNg Eng Hen said that his ministry hope to encourage participation in at least one sports activity for each child. I can't wait until next year!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Monday, December 29, 2008
School homework 4
Keane Chua, a 10 years old boy and is one of Singapore's yongest painter recently raise over $6000 for charity by selling his work.
I felt so proud for him and a lot of people will surely be proud for him too because his just only 10 years old and he managed to raise over 6 thousand for charity by just only selling his work. Singapore must have a lot of people with talents and I also wish they can use their talents to raise money for the charity and I wish people without talent, could maybe just donate money for charity.
I felt so proud for him and a lot of people will surely be proud for him too because his just only 10 years old and he managed to raise over 6 thousand for charity by just only selling his work. Singapore must have a lot of people with talents and I also wish they can use their talents to raise money for the charity and I wish people without talent, could maybe just donate money for charity.
School Homework 3
Singaporean Lo Hwei Yen was killed in a terrorist attack in India's Mumbai and hostage takers gunned down the 28 years old lawyer in Oberoi hotel where she stays while on a work trip there.
I hope more of this event wouldn't happen and it is said that such act of violence will happen in Singapore and other countries too.I just don't understand why there will be terrorist attacks because killing the innocent is not fun or interesting and you will ended up in the jail for a long time as it's counted as murder. I wish that at least lesser terrorist attacks will happen. I also wish that this kind of act(Terrior attack) won't happen in all the countries too.
I hope more of this event wouldn't happen and it is said that such act of violence will happen in Singapore and other countries too.I just don't understand why there will be terrorist attacks because killing the innocent is not fun or interesting and you will ended up in the jail for a long time as it's counted as murder. I wish that at least lesser terrorist attacks will happen. I also wish that this kind of act(Terrior attack) won't happen in all the countries too.
Friday, December 26, 2008
School homework 1
A crude rocket was fired by Palestinian militants fell short of its target in Israel, striking a house in the northen Gaza Strip and killed two schoolgirls.
I felt sad for both of the schoolgirls' family and I think the Palestinian militants also have to be blame as if they did not shot a crude rocket, the rocket will not fell short of its target and striked the house, killing the two schoolgirls. They should not build a crude rocket but I think they are out of resource of something, so they builded a crude rocket but if Palestian did not shot the rocket, nothing of this would happen.
I felt sad for both of the schoolgirls' family and I think the Palestinian militants also have to be blame as if they did not shot a crude rocket, the rocket will not fell short of its target and striked the house, killing the two schoolgirls. They should not build a crude rocket but I think they are out of resource of something, so they builded a crude rocket but if Palestian did not shot the rocket, nothing of this would happen.
school homework 2
The singapore flyer had stopped turning for six hours due to a small fire, trapping 173 people on board and because of this problem, people's ride are delayed and people from the other country missed their flight as the people on the ferris wheel is carrying the passport for them
Maybe the community should do something to prevent the problem and enchance passenger safety. If the community did not do something to prevent the problem, people that wanted to ride the ferris wheel will think twice if they wanted to ride the singapore flyer as they fear it might stop again so what the community done will be very important
Maybe the community should do something to prevent the problem and enchance passenger safety. If the community did not do something to prevent the problem, people that wanted to ride the ferris wheel will think twice if they wanted to ride the singapore flyer as they fear it might stop again so what the community done will be very important
Saturday, September 27, 2008
My 5th compo( A dog chase)
A dog chase
“What a bad day I had!” I fumed with anger. “Firstly, My friends laugh and me for wearing the wrong pants for PE lesson. Secondly, I got a bad result for my practice paper and then I fall into a drain!” I yelled and I picked up a big and long stick on the ground, swinging around Soon, I saw a cute dog walking. I anger on it and picked up a stone and threw at the dog. “Hahaha, look at you!” I laughed. Later, I saw a bigger version of the dog. The eyes were red and yellowish. Without doing anything, it rushed towards me; I froze for a few seconds. Millions of thoughts went through my mind. Is he going to eat me? I turned around and started running as fast as I could. I ran for streets and streets trying to shake it off.
I turned my head rapidly, taking a glance at the dog. “Help! Help!” I screamed, but I heard no response. My chest heaved and panted for breath as I struggled to widen the gap between the dog and I. Although my legs felt like lead, I forced them to carry me forward. I ran into a car park. I wheeled around, trying to shake the dog off. I sat at a corner, grasping for breath. “Finally I shake it off.” I thought but I heard breathing of the dog. I forced myself to stand and I ran. The dog jump and bit my leg. I shook my leg and I dragged my left leg and screamed for help. The dog stood up and bit my leg again. I could not bare the pain and fell onto the ground and the last thing I heard was someone shouting and I became unconscious.
Is this heaven? Why it was so white here? “Son, can you hear me?” I heard a voice. I open my eyes and I saw my mother and my neighbor, John. “Our neighbor brought you here.” My mother told me. I looked at my leg. “Mother, why was my leg bandage?” but my mother remain silence. “Is it broken!?” I gasped. “No.. but its.. its .. Fractured, if you wanted to continue to walk you will need a cast for about a few months before you can walk properly.” My mother told me. I was a loss for words. From that day onwards, I had a phobia of bulldogs or bigger dogs and I leant not to put my anger on something.
“What a bad day I had!” I fumed with anger. “Firstly, My friends laugh and me for wearing the wrong pants for PE lesson. Secondly, I got a bad result for my practice paper and then I fall into a drain!” I yelled and I picked up a big and long stick on the ground, swinging around Soon, I saw a cute dog walking. I anger on it and picked up a stone and threw at the dog. “Hahaha, look at you!” I laughed. Later, I saw a bigger version of the dog. The eyes were red and yellowish. Without doing anything, it rushed towards me; I froze for a few seconds. Millions of thoughts went through my mind. Is he going to eat me? I turned around and started running as fast as I could. I ran for streets and streets trying to shake it off.
I turned my head rapidly, taking a glance at the dog. “Help! Help!” I screamed, but I heard no response. My chest heaved and panted for breath as I struggled to widen the gap between the dog and I. Although my legs felt like lead, I forced them to carry me forward. I ran into a car park. I wheeled around, trying to shake the dog off. I sat at a corner, grasping for breath. “Finally I shake it off.” I thought but I heard breathing of the dog. I forced myself to stand and I ran. The dog jump and bit my leg. I shook my leg and I dragged my left leg and screamed for help. The dog stood up and bit my leg again. I could not bare the pain and fell onto the ground and the last thing I heard was someone shouting and I became unconscious.
Is this heaven? Why it was so white here? “Son, can you hear me?” I heard a voice. I open my eyes and I saw my mother and my neighbor, John. “Our neighbor brought you here.” My mother told me. I looked at my leg. “Mother, why was my leg bandage?” but my mother remain silence. “Is it broken!?” I gasped. “No.. but its.. its .. Fractured, if you wanted to continue to walk you will need a cast for about a few months before you can walk properly.” My mother told me. I was a loss for words. From that day onwards, I had a phobia of bulldogs or bigger dogs and I leant not to put my anger on something.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
My 6th compo
Terrorism
“Jerry, how do you feel being one of the terrorism survivors, can you explain what happened during the terrorism or can you tell us what happened?” a reporter said. “This is what happened.” I replied.
“Bye James!” I said as I aboard the bus. Rain pelted down from skies. “Home sweet home!” I told myself. I was back from a trip to China and my parents told me to go home by myself as my parents was still at work. “My brother will surely like the present I bought for him!” I thought. At the next stop, I saw a man wearing black cloths, black hat and a pair of sunglasses. He was taking a heavy looking suitcase. At the next stop, he alighted the bus, leaving the bag there. “Mister! Your bag!” I yelled. As soon he heard that he rushed out of the bus. Overwhelmed by curiosity, I wanted to open the suitcase but suddenly I remembered something that my teacher taught us that if you see a suspicious bag or suitcase, I should informed the bus driver if I am in a bus. At the next stop, I rush to the bus driver. Telling him about the suitcase. He told everyone to evacuate the bus and call the police. I turned around looking at the bus. Suddenly the bus burst into flame. Ahh! My eyes! I can’t see!” I screamed. Now all I could do was to wait for the ambulance to come. I tried to force open my eyes but the pain was unbearable. Millions of thought went through my mind. Is the bus driver ok? Will I become blind? “I don’t want to be blind!” I murmured. A lady heard me and replied, “You will not be blind, trust me, I’m a paramedic.” Siren filled the air. I could not see but I had a feeling that it was the ambulance and the fire fighters and I was bought to the hospital. I was told that I would be temporarily blind for a few days.
After the reporters went out and a few days later, I went home and the first thing I do was to switch on the television. “A boy saves a lot of people during terrorism,” the reporter said. “I am so proud of you.” My mother said.
“Jerry, how do you feel being one of the terrorism survivors, can you explain what happened during the terrorism or can you tell us what happened?” a reporter said. “This is what happened.” I replied.
“Bye James!” I said as I aboard the bus. Rain pelted down from skies. “Home sweet home!” I told myself. I was back from a trip to China and my parents told me to go home by myself as my parents was still at work. “My brother will surely like the present I bought for him!” I thought. At the next stop, I saw a man wearing black cloths, black hat and a pair of sunglasses. He was taking a heavy looking suitcase. At the next stop, he alighted the bus, leaving the bag there. “Mister! Your bag!” I yelled. As soon he heard that he rushed out of the bus. Overwhelmed by curiosity, I wanted to open the suitcase but suddenly I remembered something that my teacher taught us that if you see a suspicious bag or suitcase, I should informed the bus driver if I am in a bus. At the next stop, I rush to the bus driver. Telling him about the suitcase. He told everyone to evacuate the bus and call the police. I turned around looking at the bus. Suddenly the bus burst into flame. Ahh! My eyes! I can’t see!” I screamed. Now all I could do was to wait for the ambulance to come. I tried to force open my eyes but the pain was unbearable. Millions of thought went through my mind. Is the bus driver ok? Will I become blind? “I don’t want to be blind!” I murmured. A lady heard me and replied, “You will not be blind, trust me, I’m a paramedic.” Siren filled the air. I could not see but I had a feeling that it was the ambulance and the fire fighters and I was bought to the hospital. I was told that I would be temporarily blind for a few days.
After the reporters went out and a few days later, I went home and the first thing I do was to switch on the television. “A boy saves a lot of people during terrorism,” the reporter said. “I am so proud of you.” My mother said.
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